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Gotta Eat Sometime

Posted July 21, 2021, 10:59 p.m. by Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) (D Grisham)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Counter-Intelligence Officer) in Gotta Eat Sometime

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Gotta Eat Sometime

Posted by Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Gotta Eat Sometime

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“I’ll get you something.” Revna told her and made her way towards the kitchen. Now normally Revna would not invade a chef’s space, any more than a bar tenders, but something was wrong with the counselor and if she needed food, then Revna would get it and see if that calmed her down. Her understanding was also that coffee and whatever stew he had on was free game. She didn’t see anyone in the kitchen so she grabbed a bowl, spoon, a cup of coffee, and water in quick order onto a tray. She returned, with haste, to Zef and Calloway. “Here, I hope this alright, it’s what was left on the stove.”

McKenzie, DA

“Thank you, so much…I could have…” Blue-grey eyes settled on Revna. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Harv’s stews are always good. Haven’t had a less than awesome one yet in the two years I’ve been here,” Faye said before digging back into her own.

Turning to Zef, Faye smiled softly. “Missed you at the wake, but in traditional Faye Calloway fashion it was eventful!” she said breaking into a grin.

~Faye Calloway, Counter-Intelligence

Zef nodded. “I wanted to go but I was dealing with something of my own that day. If it helps any, I was there in spirit.” She was extremely nauseous while the wake was going on and spent a couple of hours on the bathroom floor either laying on the cool tiles or bent over the commode emptying her stomach.

Revna smiled softly, it had been a beautiful event to remember those that had been lost. Manhattan certainly had its own community.

At that moment a voice came from the kitchen. “Who the hel-” followed by a loud “DAMMIT CALLOWAY! PUT YOUR LADEL IN THE SINK! HOW MANY TIMES-” and the door burst open and Chef Harv stomped out with a dripping ladel in hand, saw the three women, stopped, shook his head, and then said “Oh… my apologies, ladies. I didn’t know anyone else had arrived. Please, if you need anything, just ask. Happy to be of service.” He looked at Zef and said “Hey, Doc. How you feeling? Everything good?”

Harv

While Faye responded to Harv, the counselor looked up at him and gave a tiny shake of her head, telling him everything wasn’t good.

“Geez, get distracted one whole time and leave the ladle sitting on the side counter and suddenly every instance is my fault,” she said, shooting Harv a sideways glance. And then she smirked.

~Faye Calloway, Counter-Intelligence

Revna looked up at the voice and then at Calloway and grinned. And now Harv was asking if Zef was alright. Zef had only said there was a physical condition and she felt like she was going to pass out. Now with two people who obviously knew her well, Revna picked up her mug of tea and moved toward the replicator. She did this for two reasons. If Zef was feeling like she would pass out, whether from physical or mental strain, several people standing around, hovering, would not help her. Second if the ‘physical condition’ was super personal, and since she didn’t state outright what it was, she would want to talk to someone she knew - not a stranger. Revna ordered buttered toast with honey. She sipped her tea while it swirled into existence. She set the plate on top of the mug, picked up the toast and took a bite as she walked over toward the windows.

McKenzie, DA

With a half-glare, Harv said “One time? Its every time. And don’t try to pull one over on me. You leave the ladle on the cutting board after your first bowl so that when you pull a loaf of my bread out and set it on the board, it soaks up the stew remnants while you slice it. This ain’t my first spin around the mixing bowl, Calloway.” He then looked back at the other ladies and said “Again, anything you need. Oh!” and he looked at Zef. “I’ve got something for you, Commander. Hang on.” and he dashed back in the kitchen. He came back a moment later with a small clear bag filled with what looked like gold bits of crystal and handed it to Zef.

“Pffft! Every time. Such exaggeration…” Faye said, shaking her head.

“Ginger, brown sugar, lavender, and mint. Crystallized so you can suck on them like candy. Helps ease upset stomachs and heartburn.” and he patted her shoulder.

Harv

“Oh, Harv, you’re such a gem. I’m sure these will come in handy.” She reached out and held his hand for a squeeze. “Thank you.” Zef set the clear bag by the top of the stew bowl and picked up her spoon. She was so hungry she barely chewed the first bite and felt relief when it hit her stomach. That bite was followed with several others until the edge had been taken off of her discomfort. Finally, she blotted her lips with a napkin and took a deep breath. Noticing Revna was still absent, she looked around and spotted her by the windows. “I didn’t mean to run her off…” Raising a hand, she waived the woman back over and patted the empty chair. “Please, sit. I didn’t mean to shake up the table. I just really needed to get some food in me.”

—Rollo, CNS

“Oh, I think you saved her from getting a full disclosure on my social awkwardness,” Faye said with a grin. “Somehow I think she might not mind,” she said as she had more of the stew.” While she was observant of Zef’s slightly odd behaviour, Faye didn’t have context and she wasn’t sure now was the time to bring it up anyway.

Revna was lost in her own thoughts staring out at the strange stars around her. One of the very first things she’d learned as a child was how to navigate by the stars. A very outdated way to navigate, but really modern computer programs all operated on the principals of a sextant. Her Da and Uncle had never travelled outside of the Sol system. She wondered what they would make of this. Some of the elders had served Star Fleet and some had never left Earth. But she was the first to travel this far. Exploration was in their blood, but if she was being honest with herself, it wasn’t what she wanted. But she had a desire to help people, find common ground or not, but learn about them. Help them achieve. She finished the toast, the tea having gone cold, but she drank it and then put cup and plate in the matter recycler and then ordered a Solo (orange soda). She twisted the cap off and sipped at it.

That was when she noticed Zef waiving at her. She wandered back over, flipping the bottle top into the air and catching it. “Sorry, was in my own little world there.” She sat and shook her head noticing the crystalized ‘candies’, “Don’t apologize. But go slow. Eating to fast when your famished like that can cause cramps.” Too many years on a hospital ship she knew the trouble an upset stomach could cause, and she could guess with accuracy what was in the candies. She’d seen her Aunt Trine give them out and people treat them like priceless gems when they were ill.

McKenzie, DA

Looking out the window for a moment, Faye inhaled slowly, her fingers fiddling with the ring on her left hand. “You know what’s weird? I keep thinking, ‘Oh I should drop by mom’s quarters today;, and then I have to remember she’s in a different quadrant again. It’s weird how quickly I got used to having her here,” she said in general. She wasn’t going to openly ask Zef what was wrong, now seemed the wrong time and place. Look at all that social growth! It was slightly amusing actually.

~Faye Calloway, Counter-Intelligence

“Funny thing, I actually miss her too. I admired your mother’s no nonsense approach to most things and her total acceptance of me being involved in your therapy. When you hear from her, do let her know that I’m thinking of her, will you?” She noticed the way Faye played with the ring. “Can I see it? Scuttlebutt says you’re engaged to a behemoth of an Orion.”

—Rollo, CNS


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